Fading Star

“Do you remember that blue silk dress,

pale blue, like a summer sky?

Your movie star dress we called it.”

“I went dancing in it.”

“You looked like Grace Kelly in that dress.”

Your lips form a small pink bow.

I catch a glimpse of Grace.

“I wore my hair up just like her.”

“I could put it up for you again.

Would you like that?”

Your eyes fix on something far away,

a distant memory,

a solitary light in the darkness.

You turn to me, quizzical.

“Do I know you?”

I smile and squeeze your hand.

Inside I’m crying.

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